Is there really a finest goldsmith in any age?
We find ourselves smack in the middle of the Season of the Word of the Year and so many of its brethren,
And while we’re ok on split wood for a while, there’s not enough to last the Winter.
Tomorrow I’ll be back to work.
Meanwhile you’re focused on stretches and taking care of things.
You’re love of architecture is infectious,
And you have so many things to share.
These are the last moments we’ll spend together and we both know it.
Once upon a time all gulfs were uncrossable.
Nobody had a taste for looking back and the plants just kept on growing.
Someone invented the word ford and someone else made great boats and some other someone still was good at bridges.
This is the time that just keeps going.
When I hold up my hand, how many fingers do you see?
Write it down and remember me.
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